| We just had our first fight
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| Unresolved, we head back out into the night
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| Putting my face back on as we drive
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| Not a word is spoken, not a blink of an eye
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| And in my head my thoughts go nuts
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| Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut
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| Maybe our love was hanging by a thread
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| Shouldn’t have showed you how I really felt
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| At the restaurant with your friends (At the restaurant with your friends)
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| (At the restaurant with your friends)
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| Another discussion about some TV show that never ends
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| No, I haven’t seen Season Three
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| God, I wish that you would just look at me
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| Then I feel your hand under the table
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| And you smile the smile that only you smile
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| I feel your hand under the table
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| And you smile the smile that only you smile
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| And you mouth out «I love you»
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| The way a parent spells out ice cream:
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| «I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U,» like there’s kids in the room, woo hoo
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| «I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U,» like there’s kids in the room, hoo hoo hoo hoo |